I woke up in Pamplona, Spain at 8:30 in the morning. From the airport, I took a cab to the hotel I stayed at while in Pamplona. When I arrived at my hotel, I paid the driver $27, and I unloaded what luggage I had from the taxi. Next, I checked into the Residencia Eslava, and I paid the $84 per night fee in advance (www.tripadvisor.com). Directly after I had checked in, a local man informed me of the San Fermin Festival. The Festival was one of Hemingway's favorites as it involved the running of the bulls.
Rather than get trampled and gored by a bull, I viewed the running of the bulls from the balcony of my hotel room. I watched in amazement as the bulls ran unchecked through the streets of Pamplona. I must have seen at least fifty people escorted away in ambulances. They were just young thrill-seekers who, apparently, had no concept of fear. I wasn't sure how to consider the actions of those that were down among the charging bulls; were they courageous or were they foolish? I went down later on in the evening to survey some of the damage myself just out of curiosity. As soon as I lost interest, I went back up to the safety of my hotel room, and I went to sleep. It was around 10:00 pm.
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